TOUCH THE SKY

When I touch the sky,

Nothing bothers me here.

I'm alone, but not lonely,

With the wind and the trees for company.

They speak to me,

Telling me of things,

Of good things to come.

Whispers of yesterday,

Today, tomorrow,

And tomorrow still...

Tomorrow is still.

They say,

I have to be patient.

Like time marching through nature,

Everything has its own pace.

Has its own heartbeat.

Has its own life.

I can't force something before its time.

To do so would break the natural order of things.

I need to slow down.

Savor the moment.

Smell the sweet mountain air.

I need to appreciate moments like these,

And only then will my heart's desire come.

(8-3-2001)